Realistic or Modern A Call to Kill.

[Funkybub]

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If you were an animal, what would you be and what would your name be? (This will act as your alter ego for when under mind control)


Preferred instrument of destruction-

 

[Funkybub]

Name- Adam Jones


Date of Birth- 11th January 1959 (Aged 24)


Location of Birth- London, England


Gender- Male


Personality- Adam is somewhat quiet when he needs to be, which most of the time is. He is haunted by his past but he keeps his hidden, except to his family. At work, he can take a joke and can often be found making them as well but this is just a cover. He is determined to find out the truth. Most people would consider Adam a loner and that would be fully justified.


Biography-


Adam was born in a regular London hospital on the 11th of January 1959. He was born to a chef and an old person's homeworker in London. He was the middle child, having an older sister (Whitney, 3 years older) and a younger sister (Shelby, 5 years younger). Throughout his childhood, he would say it was enjoyable. He was loved, he had fun and all was well. He was fairly popular in school and left high school in 1975 with relatively good grades. After leaving school, he joined his father, working as bus boy in a local hotel. He spent 2 years there and hated every minute of it. This wasn't the career for him and he was going nowhere with it. This was when he decided to join the military and at 18, he was sent off for basic training.


Joining the army was easy, despite the fairly straining training inputted onto him. Within 6 months, he was a fully trained infantry man. Adam loved the military. He was travelling across the country, meeting great people and learning skills he was good at. He narrowly avoided being sent to Ireland during the Troubles and remained in England until 1981. On the 3rd of December, his unit was deployed was deployed to West Germany to act as a border guard.


At first, he loved being in Germany. He was being taught German and was naturally quite good at it. The job was easy, he just checked people’s documents and said 'yes' or 'no' to them. All until the 4th of April 1982. That day, it was raining. Raining more than it had done for weeks. It was hammering it down. And the unit had noticed there seemed to be more people travelling into East Germany than normal. Shaking it off, Adam told them to relax and just get back to their jobs.


After this, it became blurry. A young boy asked to have a picture with the solider men and his father held up the camera. Adam got down onto his knees and held up his thumb. And then it was just a blur. All he remembered was waking up in a hospital in London, several weeks later. He had been honourably discharged from the army. He was the sole survivor of what was a car bomb attack on the checkpoint. But one question remained unknown to him. Why was there a bullet mark on his shoulder which had been stitched up. Upon asking, the army said it was a piece of shrapnel, but he never believed it.


More or less a year has passed since the Incident and Adam now lives alone in a single roomed apartment. He works part time as a caretaker for the local high school. In his spare time, he spends it either harassing a local politician about the incident or time in the library, trying to work out exactly what happened in West Germany the previous year. He signed up for some 'Midnight Walker' program, as a way to get an extra £15 and remembered turning up for the weekend away, but can't remember any of what actually happened.


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Corporal Adam Jones, West Germany, 1982

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Present Adam Jones

If you were an animal, what would you be and what would your name be?: Peter.

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Preferred instrument of destruction- A small metal hammer.

 

[GhastlySquash]

Name- Marian Abby Henderson



Date of Birth- April 1st, 1952



Gender- Female



Location of birth: York, England



How would you describe yourself (personality)-



Optimistic, positive, and slightly annoying when she speaks, Marian is often seen as a doting mother at times. This often makes her rather gullible, and while she claims to possess the skills to be a domestic goddess at times, in reality she falls short. To most of her friends, she's simply a ditzy person who has big dreams and prefers to stay lost in her own little world, caring for what she can.



What has happened in your life?



Born to a rather wealthy family, Marian lived in a life of luxury as the only daughter of the Cromwells. To be fair, her five brothers were the results of her parents trying for a girl. They were going to give up until Marian was born, and so being the youngest and only daughter, she was adored by the second youngest brother, Charlie. Charlie was the free spirit in the family, and Mr. Cromwell felt that his son was leaving a bad influence on their only daughter, who both parents had been trying to raise as a proper lady. Still, sending her to boarding school seemed like the best idea and that was exactly what her parents did in retaliation to Charlie's tactics. It wasn't until her five brothers squandered the fund that the family went bankrupt.



As time went on, Marian decided to move to London. Her brothers later went to other parts of the world, trying to build their fortune back up while her parents disowned everyone from the will.



There, she met a rather handsome fella in the city who happened to also be a junior executive of a pharmaceutical company. After marrying at the age of 20, they had their first child, a girl, and have since been trying for another, although with little success. Still, Marian is content with her life, and being recently hired for her husband's company, looks forward to working in an office.



She prefers to stay at home, and handle most of the day to day things as well as her own daughter's education. The news of her brother Charlie's death scarred Marian. Still, the fact that only she and her brother James were in attendance showed how much her family really cared about their brother. James had also moved into London, being the middle brother and starting a family of his own.



Her husband, Mr. Herbert Grey Henderson, was quite surprised to see Marian off on a vacation by herself. Not that he opposed to it. Quite the contrary, he wanted her to go. He felt that being cooped up in the house raising their daughter Georgina was already tiring on her, and he hoped that she could make friends that weren't the wives of his friends or the friends of his friends.



Marian just wanted some money and an all expense trip was a nice bonus. Still, she was deeply disturbed to return home with nothing but an odd mask and no recollection. Ever since that day, Herbert had been rather suspicious of Marian, wondering if she'd found someone else and was having an affair he hadn't heard of. The fact that his wife returned with some odd animal mask only made him more curious if she'd just been away at some party, and what else could be expected?



Still, Marian tries to live her life normally, hoping that much like her memory, her own husband would forget about this odd incident and move on with the family.



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Weapon of choice: A hatchet or axe, although she will probably stick to smaller weapons like a screwdriver or boxcutter.



If you were an animal, what would you be and what would your name be? (This will act as your alter ego for when under mind control) Please attach a photo of a mask of your chosen animal: Oddly enough, while Marian would brag that she would be a deer, in reality, her child and so to a degree Marian herself is a crocodile.

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As for a name, well...Toothy is an interesting nickname. But so is Sue. Perhaps Sue Snaggletooth

 

[Funkybub]

There's just 2 new branches needed for weapon do choice and location of birth

 

[Bazmund]

Name - Det. Inspector Gunther Morder


Date of Birth - 01/09/1945 (38 Years Old)


Location of Birth - Munich, Germany


Gender - Male


Personality - A gruff, unsociable, borderline vulgar man who also happens to be one of the British people's most talented and intelligent detectives - which is the only reason he hasn't been fired yet - he is also a deeply profound thinker, and behind the veneer of hostility to anyone without a badge, there lies a Communist. He believes wholeheartedly that whilst the Communist Bloc are undoubtedly missing something, the idea of putting others before yourself is a concept that is absolutely necessary for the survival of the human race as a whole. If you got to talk to him about it, for real, you would undoubtedly find yourself faced with an idealist with a frankly inspiring devotion to his beliefs, and an almost confusing optimism about the human race. He is, above all, selfless, and will sacrifice his life for the good of The People. Most notably, these facets of his personality are strong enough to partially carry over into his alter ego, influencing his attitude towards his fellow Walkers, and to an extent, the civilians in the vicinity.


Biography - He was born in Munich - as I have already said - to a pair of politically opposed parents. His father was a prominent businessman from one side of Germany, and his mother was a staunchly Marxist officer of the government from the other side of Germany. One had been a moderately reluctant member of the Nazi hierarchy - low enough down that he escaped summary execution when Germany lost - and one had been a moderately terrifying member of the Communist underground.


How sad it was that they were to fall in love.


A doomed and destructive romance, it was. They were like polar opposites, trying to fight laws of nature herself, trying to bring themselves together into a strange and unwelcome union, against all the resistance of the world around them.


Secret meetings and stealthy liasons and desperate passion and tears of sorrow and roars of anger - these were notes in the symphony of their love.


They would never come around to each other's way of thinking. Not completely. It would have broken their hearts, had they not had sex at the wrong time of the month and brought young Gunther into the world. No, you see, eventually their differences would have destroyed them, and either sent their fates spiralling far away from eachother in the void of the storyline we're witnessing, or seen them both be careless about each other and expose themselves, resulting in their exile from Germany.


But Gunther united them.


He lived mostly with his mother, which is where he got communism from, until they all moved to Germany together.


Forcing his beloved to set aside her aversions to material goods and selfishness, Gunther's father used the wealth he had accrued in Germany to purchase a rather large and stately old manor in the country, just outside of London.


They would live there together in that strange, dischordant harmony they had found, until they died.


Now, Gunther was a communist through and through by now, and thirsted greatly for justice. For everywhere he looked in London he saw pain and suffering and greed - he was adrift on a sea of misery, and the waves were slowly eating all the shore in the world.


So he looked into joining the police force. As much as he disliked the Capitalist governments that the English seemed fond enough of, he was more than happy to serve a country with a socialist past - and at least they weren't American, right?


He joined at 18. There was little else in the world for him.


He was given a patrol, a uniform, a baton, and his duty, and for three years that was more than enough for him.


But one wintery night, he became a hero.


A young woman walked alone on the streets of London, drawing her coat closer around her, clutching a small package under it. The night was frigid with chill and the snow fell softly and thickly.


She rounded a corner and was immediately stopped by a tall man in a cheapish suit, who grabbed her by the scruff of her neck and threw her against the wall.


She fell to the floor, clutching at her freshly wounded side, and cringing at the crack her ribs had made against the brick wall, and looked up at her aggressor.


And then she looked behind her, too, to see four more of them, dressed almost identically.


"Give it." The one in front of her said simply.


The package at her side, undamaged as of yet, but potentially on its merry way to leaking - and that would kill them all.


"I... really can't do that." She apologised, trying to stand.


"Then we'll make you wish you were dead, and keep doing it until you change your mind." He threatened again, kicking her over viciously. "Mr. Red, the pliers, please."


She panicked for a moment, before there was a hearty shout and a whistle from down the road.


"Stop! You are under arrest for the crime of-" Gunther shouted in lightly accented English, stopping speaking and ducking out of the way when the leader turned to throw a punch at him.


Instead, the leader received a badly broken wrist for his trouble when Gunther countered cleanly with his baton, to the satisfying crunch of bone breaking. And then he bore witness to the unpleasant sensation of being choked unconscious by the very same baton.


The others didn't put up much resistance either, honestly. One tried to run, but batons can be thrown too.


This woman had been carrying anthrax. She was a member of an organisation most secret, and had a great deal of friends in a great deal of very interesting places. In return for his timely intervention, flawless and excellent execution of duty, and frankly terrifying skill and bravery in the face of 5-1 odds, he was offered a place with them.


When their ideology was explained to him, he accepted gladly, and had his talents made use of to a grandly effective extent. It is, perhaps, the sole reason that he was allowed to continue his work in the police force despite his Communist side, and also the sole reason he rose in rank as quickly as he did.


Come the 1980s? He was one of their most excellent and influential agents in Britain, as well as having secured a place in the top 250 lawmen of all time... and as well as having been made both a Midnight Walker... and the head of the investigations into the brutal murders committed by the Midnight Walkers.


With his two halves totally unaware of each other, the last weeks of his career as a lawman - and perhaps the last weeks of his life - will certainly be interesting.


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If you were an animal, what would you be and what would your name be?:

Alter Ego name: Hansel/Hans


Preferred instrument of destruction - An oversharpened fire axe.

 

[Funkybub]

Classy as always buddy